((My charrie:
Name: Alexander MacGregor
Age:24
Physical Description: Shoulder length brown hair, tanned skin. Alexander has a crooked nose from a brawl as a boy, and a small scar above his left eyebrow. He wears a plain white shirt, a great kilt, and boots taken from a dead British soldier..
Weapons: Scottish flintlock pistol, a dirk, basket-hilted claymore, and a sgian dubh.
History: Born in a small village in the northern MacPherson lands, Alexander grew up influenced by his diehard Jacobite father Cameron. During the Second Jacobite Rising, Cameron was one of the first to enlist in Bonnie Prince Charlie's army. However, when Alex was 14, the final blow was struck at Culloden, and his father was killed. With membership of Clan MacGregor a hanging offence, Alexander prepared to flee to safety. However, the Hanoverian troops were a step ahead of him, and the rest of the local Jacobites. During the night, the English Army raided the village, meaning to evict the Highlanders by force. However, many resisted, and the encounter turned bloody. Alex's mother, a MacPherson herself, was ravished and shot by the English soldiers, Alexander himself barely made it out alive while his grandfather covered his escape. Watching the carnage, he saw every inhabitant of the village hanged or captured, and the entire settlement razed to the ground. Swearing vengeance, Alex ran to MacLeod lands, taking thier name and living as one of them. When he was 20, he aquired a traditional flintlock pistol, a sword, dirk, sgian dubh, and clad himself in his clan's tartan, breaking every law the English had set down. Remebering Prince Charlie's failure at fighting the English on land, he procured a ship, and set out to find a crew willing to punish England. As a final defiance, he again took up the name MacGregor, giving himself a death sentence should he fail.))

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Jack sat, reclining in a wooden chair in the shadows of a tavern front. He had been calmly enjoying his drink when he had seen all hell break loose. He presumed that he should have known better than entering a tavern in Port Royal. In fact, he should have known better than to even dock his precious Pearl at Port Royal. The town was not all to fond of pirates, and though the taverns might be on rare occasions safe, there was always the Commodore who liked to just pop-up and ruin their fun. Jack took another swig and watched the action.

"Why if it isn't good 'ol Ben Gray's crew." Jack muttered, catching sight of a some-what familiar group of faces. "Oh..." His mouth parted when he took notice of the navy. "Time to leave." He threw his bottle to the ground and stood up from his chair just as a navy member caught sight of him.

"Aren't you Jack Sparrow?" The man asked.

Jack made a face. "Captain... that is Captain Jack Sparrow." He muttered. He looked at the man, "And I have to be off now." He smiled a toothy grin, dodged an attack from the navy member. "Pleasure meeting you." With that he turned on heel and began to sprint down the streets of Port Royal. He had reached the dock and had caught sight of Ben's crew. He saw Ana-Marie, Raggetti and his other crew members waiting for him.

Jack rushed up the gang-plank that lead up onto the Black Pearl, and glanced over at the ship that was beside him. Jack ran his tongue over his lips and then turned to Gibbs, "Alright Gibbs. Cast us off. If Elizabeth and fair William are not here within 30 seconds, we shall leave them behind. Pirate code."

Gibbs nodded at the order and staggered off, barking orders.

Jack turned to look at the other ship, "Ay! I know you guys!" Jack said, looking at a man who was speaking with apple in his mouth.


[[ If it is okay, could maybe Jack & Ben be long-time 'friends?' Oh, and also, I shall be roleplaying the rest of Jack's crew, excluding Will and Elizabeth, if that is okay. ... ]]

(Joker is it alright if Christine knows Jack? Although, I'm pretty sure that Jack knows everyone, or thinks he knows everyone...just because he's Jack. Lol)

Christine snorted derisively. "Fun you say...potential pain is more like it," her face scrunched in distaste, more at the word domestic. New comers were not her favorite as she always seemed to be the one forced to show them how things ran around the ship.

She once again returned to her spot at the bow of the ship, but the sight of the ever mad Jack Sparrow brought a small sigh of annoyance. That man always managed to rub her the wrong way no matter what happened.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

[[ Thank you Aramel! =) And sure thing Maethoriel. ]]

Alexander MacGregor cursed as a man with dreadlocks covered with a battered tricorne nearly ran him over. Righting himself, the Scotsman pulled his stolen British Army coat over his shoulders. The tartan of the Black Watch swung at his knees, while his own gear was in his back. Then, of course, he saw several Britons in uniform pursuing the aforementioned man. Shaking his head, Alex noted the man's course towards the docks, and puled out his broadsword. 'This may prove profitable.' He thought.

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[[i posted previous page, but I'll post again if you need me to ^^]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Belial moved up and down the ship, casting off lines, stumbling on the boards, and dodging bits of flying apple. He paid no mind to the shouts flying above his head; these kids were an excitable lot even in calm waters. The ship began making her way out to the open sea, and Belial inhaled a last deep breath of the fishy waters of Port Royal.

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going on a journey through my old claims

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

Jack snorted angrily when no one on the ship beside them responded. "Well then. I shall just come aboard their fair ship." He said hotly. "After all. I am a Captain. I can not go unnoticed." With that he grabbed hold of a rope on the Pearl and swung across to the other ship. He strode over to a woman who had just caught an apple. "Where be your Captain?" He asked, snatching the apple out of the female's hand and taking a juicy bite out of it.

*runs in at the sound of Ara's Horn* I kinda forgot about this for the most part. Where exactly are we? I can't tell from the scattered posts what is happening.

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i'm back for a little! i'll see how this visit goes.